December is here~!

Journal Entry: Sat Dec 3, 2011, 9:13 PM

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_{Hello everyone and thanks for reading! I'm pretty sure you all know that December has arrived and in a matter of weeks...Christmas/winter break and New Years!

HALLELUJAH!

...Ahem. Anyway...

Finals is coming up for me and I'm sure for everyone else. I'm hoping to pass all my final exams - I think I only have two left - and get a good grade on my Psych PowerPoint. ; w ; Which means...little to no social life until the semester ends.

^{I fucking love my life.}

I also have an 5-7 page essay to finish for my English class. It takes up a big part of my grade so I'm even more worried about finishing it correctly... I'm not sure if I could ask this but...would anyone be willing to critique my essay. I might post it here on deviantART to see what people think of it but I would be more comfortable sending it by email. What do you guys think?

Commissions and trades are still open. Thank you again to those who have commissioned me several times. I deeply appreciate you guys helping me pay for artwork and such. :3 Hopefully, I'll be able to do something in return for all the points I've been getting. |D ^{I wonder...}

People I Plan To Commission/Owe Commission Points To [If they're open... |D]

- - 560 for a normal headshot

- - 150 each for a fanfic (Paid for one)

- - 800 for a two-person sketch

- - 320 for a normal-sized couple picture

Total: 2000

Well, that's all for now! Thanks again for reading and have a great day/night!

- Yumi-chan, the one jammin' to Christmas tunes~

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When French Poodles Attack"The average dog is a nicer person than the average person." – Andrew A. Rooney

Yapyapyapyapyapyapyap!

"What the...? Who the bloody hell...?"

A begrudging England awoke from his supposedly relaxing nap when he heard the sounds of yapping, followed by a series of rapid knocking, just outside his front door. He grumbled to himself as he trudged to the door.

When he opened the door, he muttered out an angry "What do you want?". In front of him was his little brother America...with a new pet. A poodle, to be exact. And it was especially fluffy.

"...Question. What is that...?"

"Hoho~ You like him? I got him from France! I think I'm gonn
She Loved"When my world is falling apart...when there's no light to break up the dark..that's when I look at you..." - Miley Cyrus

She loved the way he smiled, that bright and warm smile.

She loved the way he spoke, obnoxious and loud at one moment but gentle at another moment.

She loved the way he yelled and patronized her for being too quiet and polite.

She loved the way he saw her as a person and not just a noblewoman.

She loved the way he walked like a peacock, proudly strutting his feathers.

She loved the way his gentle hands touched her head whenever he was proud of her.

She loved the way he praised her in her achievements.

She loved the
Happy Birthday America"I love my freedom; I love my America." - Jessi Lane Adams

Today was America's birthday, the Fourth of July, or Independence Day in the United States. None of his friends knew how old he was, nor did they want to know. The number would be much too high to comprehend, even though he was young compared to the older nations.

America had invited the nations to come to his house for a birthday extravaganza. He was known for those wild parties he loved to throw, full of junk food and loud music. England, America's older brother, usually complained about the craziness and the "disgusting food" that he cooked but he let it slide for this occasion.

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